There’s no point to put a plant in its
place for never growing up, the first focus is to see if the sun’s rays are in
abundance, thus reciprocate the results from the intentions.
Child of fury, wildflower bound by the
street… to bind me shows no time to brace for the unique…
A sign of civilities, a sign of neglect
- in passing grownups and elders in my memories, knowing how to tell the
difference, speech patterns and behavior as follows…
Specialized at being parasitic to the
host, parabiotic or seems so close, separation comes like a bad houseguest, welcome
worn out, poisonous to the rest…
The siblings saw too, a subtle
cultivation, swaying from ghostly approaches, hopes of competitions of who could
flourish the most,
A mental ecology, clever modesty, loving
the aroma, hiding behind the subtleties; the wonders of: who is truly older if
the roots don’t stretch back deep into the soils…
The process is adaptive, so new defense
mechanisms are needed; the force of landslide preceded, a child and his siblings
to take what’s regarded – themselves – as spoiled or defeated.
Planting some seeds in my mind, budding
responses, questions, growing like curly hair authentic, no repressions, siblings
were also energy-centric.
Seeing grownups seething for their
seedlings, watching elders sacrificing for that which doesn’t provide sunlight,
coming into fruition, children of the sun, only way they can ever shine bright.
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